Dear Colleen
I am the mother of two sons. The eldest got engaged on Christmas Day and truth be told, at the moment I see my grandchildren running around playing with their grandmother. Oh, these mother hearts that always have place for another one to love!
Blessings XX
Mia

I think each mother looks forward to the moment they will have grandchildren around them. Young children are always such a joy to be around – especially if you do not have the day-to-day responsibility of them.

Colline, I quess that makes us loving parents! Every time I look at my 18 year old I see all the different times she has ever hugged me or smiled at me, and all the times I arrived home from work, and she would be waiting at the door with a great big hug! Those are some of the priceless treasures that on one can take away from where they hang beautifully in the hallways of our hearts and mind. Thanks for sharing your smiling words…have a very blessed weekend!

such a loving and imaginative post Colline, I guess I do that now with my grandchildren, seeing them full of life and promise … although sometimes I do see my sons moving into middle-age with wisdom and tenderness, fulfilling their dreams, and staying well!

Oh, that was such a beautifully evocative post as in my mind’s eye I saw my girls in those stages too.
Now, I see two of my girls as Mothers themselves and that has a whole new magic. Thank you for this post which brought me so many lovely thoughts. 🙂

Depends on the time. Delightful companions. Little horrors, pushing the limits. Angels, being particularly sweet. Monsters, overtired and fighting like cat and dog. Being deliberatiely obtuse. Creating pride by showing brilliance at sport or academics.
Now the grandkids carry on the tradition.

One of the loveliest things about having a daughter is seeing her with her own little one. When I am having a challenging moment, I think of my grandson, 3 months old cooing at his mother (my daughter). I hold this image like a short seconds long film-clip in my mind and surrender to the warmth and love that fills my heart for the both of them.

Then, of course, something breaks that reverie…like my own 8-year-old screeching because his brother is tormenting him. Oh well. That’s what makes the reverie so delicious again next time!